AN: A very short chapter, I know, but the next one is definately going to be a big one. Already written, just have to edit it and all of that wonderful jazz. Hope you all enjoy.
Chapter 43. Somewhere Out There
Silence erupted after the gunshot. Heart pounding, the theatre was filled with the few minutes of silence in thought over what had occurred. Isabel got up, thinking of nothing but being in safety's grasp again.
"Christian!" Isabel ran into Christian's arms, crying hysterically. "I was so afraid. I… I… words cannot express the love I…"
"Like I've never seen the sky before," Christian sang in a whisper, holding Isabel tightly and letting her know that he, too, was feeling the same exact thing.
Back in her dressing room, Cecille rested on her bed, propped up on lacy pillows and surrounded by an ocean of flowers that was more than the usual. Bouquets littered her floor, surrounding her on an island of flowery.
The doctor had told her the news. After examination and the painful task of getting the bullet removed, he told her the news that this chance had allowed him to discover.
To never have children was a terrible thing. As incomprehensible as it was for her right now to imagine ever finding contentment in life again, let alone with someone else, the thought that children could always be a possibility was now lost. Her family bloodline would end with her. Her parents, when they found out the news, would be appalled enough, but the fact no heir would come for them…. that hey would never be grandparents… she might as well make the Moulin Rouge her permanent home.
She moved her arm to her neck and sighed when the necklace was not there. Although she would not be charged for the murder of Edmund as many witnesses vouched on her behalf for her innocence in the act of self-defense for her and everyone else in the theatre, government officials had confiscated her necklace. When she got her necklace back, if ever she did, she did not even know if she would wear it.
"What would it symbolize?" Cecille asked herself. "Gregory does not love me. It has been a month since the incident and I still lay in bed and still he does not come to me. Although Isabel is lost to him, he will never see past her to notice me. I will have admirers of all types of men within Paris, sending me enough flowers to give every person in all of France a bouquet and yet the one bouquet I might treasure will never come.
Sighing, Cecille brought her knees up to her chest, drawing up her blankets and wincing at the pain such an act paid on her stomach.
"Somewhere out there,
Beneath the pale blue night." (1)
Closing her eyes in her own thoughts, Cecille did not realize that back in his home, Gregory stood atop the balcony of his home, overlooking the garden and singing the same tune.
"Someone's thinking of me,
And loving me tonight." (1)
Cecille folded her hands atop her knees, resting her head over them.
"Somewhere out there,
Someone's saying a prayer,
Then we'll find one another,
In that big somewhere out there." (1)
"Will someone ever love me?" Gregory laughed at the thought, touching the tuft of hair that had emerged from the bandages, soon to be removed,on his head that had been bleeding from his impact on the theatre floor. "I dream somewhere out there might."
He looked down at the water fountain as his thoughts filled with the woman who might be able to keep him in their heart and offer him their love in return for his.
"And even though I know how very far apart we are,
It helps to think we might be wishing
On the same bright star,
And when the night will start to sing
A lonesome lullaby,
It helps to think we're sleeping underneath the
Same big sky." (1)
"Somewhere out there,
If love can see us through,
Then, we'll be together,
Somewhere out there, out where dreams, come true.
And even though how very far apart we are,
It helps to think we might be wishing
On the same bright star,
And when the night will start to sing
A lonesome lullaby,
It helps to think we're sleeping underneath the
Same big sky." (1)
Gregory closed his eyes, so taken over by his dreams of a woman loving him that he could have sworn he heard that very keeper of his heart singing back to him the same dream. Smiling to himself, he rested his hands on the banister and looked out at all of Paris as he finished the song of his dreams.
"Somewhere out there,
If love can see us through,
Then, we'll be together,
Somewhere out there, out where dreams, come true." (1)
1. James Ingram and Linda Ronstadt "Somewhere Out There"